Astartes Stories

This is a crossover between Jayfiction's excellent Imperium Ascendant and Gate, Thus the JSDF Fought There. I do not own Warhammer or Gate credit belongs to Games Workshop and A-1 Pictures, respectively. Image from Deviantart by hank9Y I'll be posting my story Thus The Imperium of Mankind Fought There on RoyalRoad on an account called CC.IO, you can read it there if you prefer that site.

Escaped from the Backrooms is our Mc an Astartes Retributor, mowing down hordes of entities from the backrooms, he manages to escape the mono yellow wallpaper maze of insanity, via noclipping/stumbling into a void level in the backrooms... Finding himself in the very past of Earth aka Holy Terra of Greek Mythology he will have to battle his way through history and change fate as his power rivals that of gods. I do not own Warhammer 40K or its characters I do not own any Space marine chapter mention in this Fanfic I do not own the Backrooms I also do not own the mythological characters as no one owns it

An Astartes Space Marine stuck in his thoughts of a time before his current situation internally struggles with a choice that is now forever outside his grasp.

La Croisade de Sarbédia bat son plein et l'une des plus terribles batailles vient de s'achever. The Great Nothing, Space Hulk de la taille d'une planète servant de repère mobile pour la redoutable Nihil Cohort, part en morceau, fracturé par la flotte des Croisés depuis l'espace et par les troupes d'abordage à l'intérieur de sa structure infernale gigantesque. Tandis que les survivants victorieux évacuent, un guerrier solitaire arpente les ruines de son ancien foyer, en quête de son destin.

Stories about some scenarios in the 40k universe. Might upload the rest, might not. I write a little of everything here albeit not consistently but there's variety. Not a silly cross over at any point in time. Any art seen here does not belong to me and all credit goes to the rightful artist. I reserve the right to my OCs. Of course I don't own Warhammer 40,000.

This story is intended for mature readers familiar with the Warhammer 40K universe. Recommended age: 25+ CW: Horror elements, body horror, psychological tension. On the forgotten world of Kaldras Secundus, the mist is not just weather-it's a presence. When Captain Malachai of the Iron Sentinels and his squad investigate the sudden silence of an entire Hive city, they descend into a dead manufactorum filled with warped technology, psychic echoes, and a disturbing absence of life. But some things whisper louder in silence... and not all voices are human. As the squad uncovers traces of a corrupted Tech-Priest and a long-lost Inquisitor, reality itself begins to unravel. Mission Objective: Secure the source of the disturbance. Identify the fate of Inquisitor Voss. Survive the descent.

A phrase always followed by 'To serve the Emperor's will'. Yet for these marines, the statement changes. Meet the 21st Legion of the Legiones Astartes. Created during the time leading up to the betrayal of Primarch Horus and his heretical crusade. While the Human Webway was a project he focused on, there was one kept secret from the entire Imperium: creation of another legion. The Primarch of which, was never woken. These men are the Regius Cohortis. In tribute to a language long unused by the Imperium. Latin for Royal Guard. This is their story.

Izuku has been quirkless since he was born, a rare condition since the emergence of quirks. However, he holds a heritage that's superior to all, the blood and power of a Primarch

for those of you who have waited for my Doom Slayer remake. it is here!!!! This is a story inspired by the storyline of the Game series: Doom, most recently Doom Eternal and the Netflix Seris: Punisher, as well as elements of other Wattpad and Fanfiction writers A world destroyed by Azathoth (a Lovecraft god), a man tortured and soul widdled away with nothing else to lose and a quest of vengeance. This is the story of: THE DOOM SLAYER

"The scars upon my armor are not merely wounds from battle, but brands of shame. Once, we were the Luna Wolves, the embodiment of the Emperor's righteous fury, our names whispered with reverence across the galaxy. Now? We are but shadows of our former selves, our honor traded for the poisoned chalice of betrayal. The Primarch, whom we swore oaths to, the Legion, which we bled for...they have cast us into the abyss, transforming our legacy from valiant warriors into savage barbarians. The echoes of our glorious past mock us with each brutal act, each step we take further from the light of the Imperium. This shame...this is a wound that may never heal."

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods. In unknown world, where the legionnaire astartes battle off against the enemies of mankind, as an astartes fought to the end as the mankind were besieged by the enemies of mankind. Until he was transported to the battlefield to the unknown world, will he survive or will he die like his brothers.

A Mortifactor of the Deathwatch is forced to work alongside a deathrider of the Death Korps of Krieg to hunt a particularly deadly prey. What he was not expecting was for her to live. Honor bound and in debt to her, he must find a way to avoid having her silenced for seeing too much...

What happens if an Astartes from an unknown chapter, goes back in time where the God Emperor was still a newborn, without his gear of course? What kinds of adventures will this astartes have? Stay tuned to find out.

(I do not own Warhammer nor Doom, they belong to Games Workshop and Id Software) The Imperium of Man, once a glorious empire has been slowly crumbling over the death of their Emperor. They still fight with the fury of their lord, punishing their enemies with no remorse, but inevitably they will lose, slowly and painfully. The great Slayer, The destroyer of those who threaten humanity has now been thrown into the Grim darkness of the 41st millennium. For he will save them and cast down those who threaten humanity. For he shall reignite humanity's rage and lead them into a new golden age.

Alors que le 42ème millénaires commence et que la Cicatrix maledictus sépare la galaxie en deux, une des croisades de l'Impérium de l'humanité mené par le maitre de chapitre Ivander Cestius des Iron Purity commence. Cette glorieuse conquête commencera par une une forteresse nommé Elemant.

To anyone who wants to join in, make a chapter(s) of a isis heresy AU, Message me or Evnogena, or you comment on this book. I will try my best to provide you information for the specific information you'll need. This is a book of short stories, made by various authors

(Warhammer 40k x Honkai: Star Rail crossover) Mankind is nearing damnation. The Emperor failed. He is a failure. But He still seeks to save humanity. Discovering another universe, He plans one final gamble to save humanity from it's path of annihilation, sending a small crusading force to the foreign universe. But will the Imperium find happiness in a world full of everything they hate? Will they die trying to preserve their rotten values? Or live, and flourish casting away their beliefs? (Takes place after the Borisin Arc in Honkai: Star Rail)

Nuadan Bahad has lived for millennia fighting the enemies of the Aeldari. An experienced Farseer, he has served the Craftworld Ulthwé and their fight against the forces of Chaos for as long as his memory has distinction, and it doesn't seem like that will stop any time soon. However, when his squad gets dragged into a three-way battle with a group of Space Marines and daemons, he has a vision that changes his life and threatens him in every way possible: the Astarte that tried to kill him is going to be the only person that can save his life. Only, now he must find a way to convince the Ultramarine to see things his way before things get dangerous for both of them. Stranded with who should be his mortal enemy on a remote human farming colony, the two find themselves surrounded by Tyranids with the only way to survive being that they must quickly learn to trust one another before they find an enemy far worse waiting for them. --- STORIES IN THE SERIES: 0. 'Farseer Falling' - Completed 1. 'Aquila' - Completed 2. 'Imperium' - Completed 3. 'Renegade' - Completed 4. 'Glory' - Ongoing --- ***This work is entirely fan made and is not officially affiliated with Games Workshop in any way. All rights to Warhammer 40,000 and associated characters and imagery belong to Games Workshop.*** No AI was used in the writing of this story or the illustrations associated with it.

A Strike Force of Blood Angels and Lamenters are thrust into a completely new reality, along with a fleet of Imperial Refugees. But how? And Why? If fate is to be believed, the Emperor has sent the Great Angel's Sons here with a task. They are to protect an infant Mankind from an encroaching Darkness. But even though this galaxy despises everything about them, will they be able to save it? This is a story I have already been making and writing for some time. I originally posted it on FanFiction.net, but I've decided to publish it here as well. I hope you all enjoy it, and feedback is much appreciated! 05/02/2024 I've Returned and published the last of the story I had made originally but now I am releasing my rewrites of another crossover here first, then I will recreate this story afterwards

In the depths of the grim darkness that shrouds the 41st millennium, the Astartes stand steadfast as the stalwart defenders of humanity. With hearts as cold as the void, these unyielding warriors wield the Emperor's fury as their own, crushing all who would dare threaten the Imperium. Yet, one such champion of humanity has been wrenched from his own time and space, finding himself cast into a realm beyond even his imagining. Here, in a world where twisted psykers roam free, the Astartes must confront a reality that defies all he has ever known. Accustomed to a life of war and destruction, how will this embodiment of humanity's wrath react to a world where mortal men live among the very creatures he has been bred to destroy?